Summer ✓ p.jm

Chapter 9 : Formal College Party

"Mom! We're home!" I announce as soon as Serene and I arrived in the living room. I rush to my room and open my wardrobe for any decent clothes that I can wear to a party.

Hoseok must be filthy rich to host a formal party, I wonder who will be there as well. Maybe I can meet new people and make friends. I can also forget about Ryan and deal with him tomorrow.

I toss over cloth after cloth and I can't find that shiny sparkles that scream "this is it". It's my first time to attend a party that is hosted by someone from school. I'm expecting that most of the guests are also from USC, Hoseok seems harmless, he must have a lot of friends in the university.

I glance at my phone over the bedside table, but I still haven't received any message.

I'm beginning to wonder if Jimin is really going to send me his friend's address.

I sat on my bed, hopeless. I can never find a perfect dress for this party. Come to think of it, I might not attend the party at all. I swear to the heavens that if Jimin didn't message me soon, he'll get a lecture from me.

I dig into my drawers to find some accessories to wear, at least. While looking for a piece of nonexistent jewelry that will fit the party my eyes landed on the window.

I hate this window, the Johnson's house is clearly visible here, and I usually caught Mr. and Mrs. Johnson smooching at the corner of their bedroom.

This time instead of the Johnson's, I saw Jimin. I almost forgot that he's my neighbor. I mentally slapped my forehead for my idiocy.

I continued peeking on my window, he opened something that is somehow the same tall as him. He's looking for something, and then he grabs a piece of cloth, and then he strips.

What the hell?

I quickly look down and continued searching for jewelry. I shake my head furiously to remove the image of Jimin stripping inside my head.

How can my cheeks burn from seeing him undress? It's not like the first time I saw him half-naked. Well, it's the second time, the first one was when he picked a fight with me.

Out of my control, my eyes slowly peeked again on the window. I fix my eyeglasses that are slowly falling down from the bridge of my nose to have a better look at the young boy who lives next door.

I can't clearly see, but he's body seems to look a lot more black because of his tattoos instead of his usual skin color. His toned muscles and strong abs are visible enough for me to see from afar. His battling over white or gray long sleeves.

Choose gray. I silently suggested. But he went for white, he dropped the gray one and was about to wear them when his eyes darted towards me.

Me.

My eyes widened the moment he saw me taking a good look at him. I intend to look down but he got off first when he pulled down the blindfolds of his window.

I'm embarrassed as hell for my behavior. I pulled my hair on both sides due to frustration. Why am I like this?

I give my cheeks some slow and timid slaps to focus on finding a dress. Looking at the mess inside my room, there's absolutely no dress to be found.

I went downstairs to find my mom and ask for help. "Elise, it's almost dinner. Go and help me set the table."

"Oh no. I'm going to a party." I informed her.

"What kind of party? Who invited you? Where will it be held? What time will you be back?" She narrows her eyes at me the same time she's interrogating me.